After I Let My Husband's Fangirl Have Him, He Begged Me to Come BackChapter 1
The night my son's fever hit 104°F and he slipped into a coma, Corey Vance was pinned beneath his band's female drummer as she poured her heart out to him.
It was my desperate phone call that snapped him back to his senses. He turned her down.
Corey came home and sat at our son's bedside, tears streaming down his face.
Not long after, the drummer quit the band. Less than six months later, her wedding invitation arrived in my husband's mailbox.
From that day on, Corey couldn't sing anymore. He abandoned his music career, came back to the family, and played the role of devoted house husband.
Fifty years we walked side by side. Everyone who knew us said we were the perfect couple.
Then I fell gravely ill, and Corey shoved a divorce agreement and a pen into my hands.
"If you hadn't made that phone call, Letitia and I might've still had a chance."
"Please, just sign it and set me free. At least then I can still face Letitia with some dignity... Caroline Jenner, it's been fifty years. Neither of us owes the other a thing."
I shattered. Under the weight of his stare, my trembling hand signed.